I’ll take it

I’m tired, I’m tired.
I was wondering why I was alone. 
Then I found out I’m the problem.
I’m the problem.

I take full responsibility.
I am the problem.
Any answer to why is an excuse,
I am sorry for doing human things.

Some people do them and they’re followed around
like a hen with her chicks.
but I’m the problem 
for assuming the same would happen with me.

I don’t say things to be mean to you,
I catch myself being honest,
Sharing my opinion.
When I’m honest, it means I care about you.

I don’t think I understood I may have hurt your feelings.
Nobody deserves to have their feelings hurt.
Even when it’s in a conversation.
I take responsibility.

I’m sorry I didn’t create a space where you didn’t feel like you can express your emotions.
Or I wore you out with my problems when you didn’t want to discuss anything like that.

I just felt so safe with you. 
We used to share conversations more,
but I got too sensitive and argumentative 
too passionate it was toxic.

You cut me out of your life with a dry text and no explanations on your disappearance.
You’re laughing and bonding with other people, don’t think I can’t see you on social media.
I’m glad you’re happy, I’m not and I doubt I ever will be. 

There’s nothing wrong with you,
you wanted to be happy and I couldn’t give it to you.
You wanted to talk about your friends and family and your interests.
I wanted to talk about my woes and my passions.

I wonder if we were ever friends,
but I enjoy our memories. 😔